+Anima Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction ❯ Lunch Hour ❯ Lunch Hour ( Chapter 1 )
[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]
By: wolfblossum 
what business men do on their lunch hour.
Anime/Manga: +Anima Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 01.11.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 893 | Visits: 2.4K | Status: Completed
what business men do on their lunch hour.
Anime/Manga: +Anima Fan Fiction / InuYasha Fan Fiction | Genre(s): Hentai | Type: One Shot | Uploaded On: 01.11.2010 | Pages: 1 | Words: 893 | Visits: 2.4K | Status: Completed
“Sir, your lunch appointment is here.”
“Ok, Jen, send her in.”
Every Friday at lunch, my wife, my amazing, gorgeous wife came to visit me at work. Always, to fuck. Every time she came, she wore a different costume. Last week, she’d donned a brassy wig, white Gucci sunglasses, and a tennis outfit, the week before she’d worn a cropped black wig and a power suit, dark purple bra showing through. It was a little joke between us, everyone at work thought I was cheating on my wife but in all honesty, I would never. I loved her.
I remember one time, when I’d been just about to fuck her when there was a knock at my door. That day she’d worn an elaborate dress to visit me so there was no way she could get dressed in time. She took her dress and panties and crawled under my desk. My boss walked in, talking to me about getting raise but the whole time he was talking, I didn’t hear a word he said. I could feel her under the table, she’d propped her head right in the middle of my lap, breathing slowly and deeply, her hot breath going through my pants. Her hands traveled up the length of my leg, drawing lazy patterns but there was no doubt of their destination. She undid my zipper, gently pulling out my painfully stiff cock. I wanted to moan as she took me into her mouth, tugging gently with her lips and taking me in deep. No doubt my boss thought I was going crazy, of all the strange faces I must have made towards him because he later told me he thought I’d been constipated!
When he finally left my office with the promise of a more formal chat, I dragged out from under my desk. She’d been smiling and giggling between begging me not to punish her, telling me that she was just playing. I bent her over my desk, gave her ass a good smack and fucked her so hard she couldn’t walk properly for the next two days.
A little cough alerted me that she had arrived. I looked up, a little disappointed at first that she hadn’t bothered to done a costume until I realized she was wearing a trench coat. Knowing her, the second she took off that coat, she’d be wearing little else except that smile painted in blood red lipstick and her stilettos.
She shut the door behind her, locking it with a little smirk and walked towards me. One foot in front of the other, with every step, she undid a button on her coat. Low and behold I was right, as she dropped her coat to the ground all I could see was creamy, pale skin. She came to straddle me, placing a gentle kiss on my nose “Miss me?” she purred. I gave her breast a light squeeze, “Always.” And then she kissed me, soft and gentle and first, then harder and hungrier. She began to gently grind against my lap.
I lifted her up slightly so she could unbuckled my belt. She pulled at the zipper in a teasing, painfully slow fashion. Her hand wrapped around my dick giving a firm tug, “You know it’s no fun if you get all excited before I even get to do anything.”
I laughed “I just can’t help myself! You gave me a boner the second Jen told me you were here!”
She smiled, wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. It was one of those movie kisses, where time seems to stand still.
I looked at her, “I love you.”
She smiled and gave my face a little smack “Liar, you just wanna fuck me.”
“Well that too”
Bracing her knees on either side of my chair she rose and came back to plant herself on my dick. I grasped her hips and lifted her up and down, slowly. I enjoyed the feeling of her body on mine, her ass moulding to my thighs, her breast rising and falling with every thrust and the way I could see her face redden with pleasure. Her eyes glowed as she flexed her around my dick with every pull out. She made me just want to bury myself inside her and never come out.
I began to go faster, lifting her up and down my dick. She buried her head in my neck, both of us struggling not to make noise. She came first, gasping, tightening herself around me causing me to cum. I continued to thrust a few more times, allowing her to take in all of me.
We both relaxed for a few minutes, neither of us wanting to move. Finally she got up, gently pulling me out from inside her. She kissed me gently on the lips, picked up her coat and put it on. Buttoning one button at a time, little by little hiding my treasure from me. With a smile on her face and the promise of a repeat performance after dinner, she strutted her way out of my office.
“Ok, Jen, send her in.”
Every Friday at lunch, my wife, my amazing, gorgeous wife came to visit me at work. Always, to fuck. Every time she came, she wore a different costume. Last week, she’d donned a brassy wig, white Gucci sunglasses, and a tennis outfit, the week before she’d worn a cropped black wig and a power suit, dark purple bra showing through. It was a little joke between us, everyone at work thought I was cheating on my wife but in all honesty, I would never. I loved her.
I remember one time, when I’d been just about to fuck her when there was a knock at my door. That day she’d worn an elaborate dress to visit me so there was no way she could get dressed in time. She took her dress and panties and crawled under my desk. My boss walked in, talking to me about getting raise but the whole time he was talking, I didn’t hear a word he said. I could feel her under the table, she’d propped her head right in the middle of my lap, breathing slowly and deeply, her hot breath going through my pants. Her hands traveled up the length of my leg, drawing lazy patterns but there was no doubt of their destination. She undid my zipper, gently pulling out my painfully stiff cock. I wanted to moan as she took me into her mouth, tugging gently with her lips and taking me in deep. No doubt my boss thought I was going crazy, of all the strange faces I must have made towards him because he later told me he thought I’d been constipated!
When he finally left my office with the promise of a more formal chat, I dragged out from under my desk. She’d been smiling and giggling between begging me not to punish her, telling me that she was just playing. I bent her over my desk, gave her ass a good smack and fucked her so hard she couldn’t walk properly for the next two days.
A little cough alerted me that she had arrived. I looked up, a little disappointed at first that she hadn’t bothered to done a costume until I realized she was wearing a trench coat. Knowing her, the second she took off that coat, she’d be wearing little else except that smile painted in blood red lipstick and her stilettos.
She shut the door behind her, locking it with a little smirk and walked towards me. One foot in front of the other, with every step, she undid a button on her coat. Low and behold I was right, as she dropped her coat to the ground all I could see was creamy, pale skin. She came to straddle me, placing a gentle kiss on my nose “Miss me?” she purred. I gave her breast a light squeeze, “Always.” And then she kissed me, soft and gentle and first, then harder and hungrier. She began to gently grind against my lap.
I lifted her up slightly so she could unbuckled my belt. She pulled at the zipper in a teasing, painfully slow fashion. Her hand wrapped around my dick giving a firm tug, “You know it’s no fun if you get all excited before I even get to do anything.”
I laughed “I just can’t help myself! You gave me a boner the second Jen told me you were here!”
She smiled, wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me. It was one of those movie kisses, where time seems to stand still.
I looked at her, “I love you.”
She smiled and gave my face a little smack “Liar, you just wanna fuck me.”
“Well that too”
Bracing her knees on either side of my chair she rose and came back to plant herself on my dick. I grasped her hips and lifted her up and down, slowly. I enjoyed the feeling of her body on mine, her ass moulding to my thighs, her breast rising and falling with every thrust and the way I could see her face redden with pleasure. Her eyes glowed as she flexed her around my dick with every pull out. She made me just want to bury myself inside her and never come out.
I began to go faster, lifting her up and down my dick. She buried her head in my neck, both of us struggling not to make noise. She came first, gasping, tightening herself around me causing me to cum. I continued to thrust a few more times, allowing her to take in all of me.
We both relaxed for a few minutes, neither of us wanting to move. Finally she got up, gently pulling me out from inside her. She kissed me gently on the lips, picked up her coat and put it on. Buttoning one button at a time, little by little hiding my treasure from me. With a smile on her face and the promise of a repeat performance after dinner, she strutted her way out of my office.